IMPASSIONED hours, when Hebrew was the key To sweetest rivalries 'twixt man and man. And poets sat enthroned amidst a clan Of choristers divine. How blithesomely Those skylarks trilled, and flooded earth and sea With music, till the words enchanted fell In mute prostration 'neath the wizard's spell, And master note in Hebrew minstrelsy. At sunrise, or in watches of the night, When half a world is sunk in drowsiness, Sing to me of Castilian skies, O Sprite! Where Lilith veils her luresome loveliness, And I will stretch a tankard for the wine, And froth it full of tears for Spain's decline. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNDER THE VIOLETS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES HYMNS OF THE MARSHES: MARSH SONG - AT SUNSET by SIDNEY LANIER FAR - FAR - AWAY (FOR MUSIC) by ALFRED TENNYSON ERRING IN COMPANY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS DEAD IN HIS BED by ADDIE LUCIA BALLOU FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: HUMAN LIFE - ITS VALUE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE WANDERING JEW by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER |